The old man read it and for a time mused himself into seeming oblivion.
We met the son and the old man at one of their mines yesterday.
It was only the old man calling his son: David calling upon Absalom.
The old man was peering at him sharply from under the grey protruding brows.
Percival had walked the floor in deep attention to the old man's words.
"I wonder what the old man will say when he sees me," he soliloquized.
"I am sure some of the old man's money is here," he said to himself.
He called a cab for the old man, and saw him started safely off up-town.
"I should like to forget that you are my nephew," said the old man.
“It is not well that youth should study over long,” said the old man.